Unanswered Questions

Chapter 3//Questions

Violet walked down the street leaving UA behind once again. She was angry. Really angry. And she didn't know why. Why did her stomach tighten everything she looked at him, or see him on TV? Why did she want to forget about him, yet also wanting to see him once more? To look into those eyes maybe? Or even yell at him. She didn't know. She didn't know anything. She yanked at her hair in frustration.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

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She finally reached her apartment a few blocks away from the prestigious hero school. From her balcony she could see the H like shape of the building. And she wouldn't deny she admired it from a distance every night, while smoking her dad's old cigars.

She walked up to her apartment door grabbing her keys from her pocket. She stopped and looked at her door. It was unlocked. Why the fuck would it be unlocked?

Who the fuck was in my fucking apartment?

Why was today filled with so many damn questions? Not enough answers. She stood back from the door and activated her quirk. She closed her eyes focusing on the sound that was coming from inside her apartment. She heard a loud ringing of utensils being pushed aside in her kitchen draws.

I wonder what their looking for?

More questions. Might as well find out the answers. She smirked taking a gun from her coat. Holding the gun between her teeth, she tired up her hair in a messy pony tail. She silently pushed the door open and advanced into the apartment.

This would be fun.

She tip toed towards her kitchen seeing that the invader hadn't messed with any thing when entering. She suddenly got a whiff of burning skin. She put a hand over her mouth to try and stop the scent from plagueing her nose.

She turned down the corridor. Slowly lifted her gun to her face, as she rounded the corner to where the intruder was. When she peered behind the wall she didn't see a villain, or a burglar but her old home room teacher. Aiziwa Sensei.

"What in the actual fuck are you doing here" she put her gun back in her coat and watched as her ex teacher ravanged through her kitchen utensils, cups and fridge.

Aiziwa jumped and looked into Violets curious yet dumbfounded eyes. "Umm well it's a long story" he replied in a shakey voice.

Violet suddenly noticed that his right arm was covered with burns. His legs were shaking as if he had just seen a ghost. She moved towards the fridge and took the first aid kit from the top of it. She motioned him to sit on the dining table. He slowly sat down on her vintage chairs, looking at the ground.

She sat next to him, her mind brimming with questions. She didn't wanna push the man as he looked like he had been through hell and back. But she needed at least one answer today. As she treated his burns she asked him a few questions.

"Last time I heard, you quite teaching and decided to go on vacation."

"That's right" he replied wincing a bit as Violet put ointment on his burns.

" Well then why are you here? In my apartment, half your skin on your arm burnt to a crisp and shaking in your boots." She looked him in the eye with a genuine concern.

He looked back up at her, fear and anguish in his eyes. It killed her to see him like this. What could of done this to him. She had seen him being crushed by a Nomu and still keep his composure. Some thing destroyed not only his arm, but also his spirit.

He slowly began to take off his shirt. Wincing at the pain. When his shirt was off, he revealed a horrifying scene.

Violet stood back, hand over her mouth taking in the gory mess that was infront of her. Aiziwas whole torso was covered in cuts and scars and bruises. Like they were chipping away at his skin one piece at a time. She began to trace her finger across old scars that would of taken at least 3 months to heal. How long was he being tortured for. Dried blood from recent wounds covered them, it made it hard to to tell if they were infected or not.

"Who the fuck did this to you". Aiziwa just looked down at the floor and said " The League of Villains".

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"Yes chief, he's here.... Yes Shōta Aizawa is in my apartment.....yes the Eraserhead.....can you please leave your questions after you call an ambulance.....no he isn't alright......yes chief......thanks chief." Violet hung up the phone and walked back over to Eraserhead. His head was still looking at the ground. His hair in tangles and had a layer of greece over it like it hadn't been washed in an eternity.

"Chief said the ambulance will be here in 10 minutes" she tried to reassure him. But he didn't seem very comforted. He hadn't told her anything after he said the league off villains tortured him. He just kept his head down and nervously tapped his feet on the floor. Violet needed answers. She was determined to get them out of him. But she needed to be discrete. These monsters broke the man Violet looked up to the most. The one where she had done her internship under. The one that inspired her to be a underground hero. The strongest man she knew. They broke him like a wild horse.

"At least tell me how long you were with them for, before you escaped" she asked quietly.

He slowly looked up at her, dried blood crusted his nose and mouth, his black eyes staring back at her as if it was an obvious answer. "2 years". He replied softly before looking back down at his feet.

How the hell did no one suspect anything? How did she not suspect anything? Guilt washed over her like a tsunami. He was off the radar for so long and people suspected nothing. NOTHING!!! She paced the room while her mind screamed at her.

You weren't there.

You could of saved him earlier if you just noticed.

You could of asked about him sooner to try and get answers of his whereabouts.

You are weak.

Can't even protect the people who mean something to you.

You focus on the little things.

You make bad choices.

The man you knew before is dead because of your ignorance.

Tears started to stream down her face. She turned away from her ex teacher, so he would not see her act of weakness and vulnerablity. She needed to be strong for him. He needed to be surrounded by people who could protect him. She wiped her tears away as she heard a knock at the door.

The ambulance must be here.

She opened the door to see two paramedics standing there with two large medic bags. She let them in with a sigh of relief, pointing in the direction of Aizawa.

Now it's time to find those villains.